Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.